Victor Valerian settled on the plush leather chair pouring century-old wine in the glass in his private too isolated cabin miles away from the Mexican civilization on the secluded island. The night was perfect for such an occasion. Not that he was celebrating anything. He simply enjoyed Mother Nature's thunder bellowing from the sky with violent downpours mixed with the scent of muddy earth. The proper dose of the heat emerging from the fireplace warming up the little cabin on the blasted chilling rainy night made him crave the good old days.

The days when there wasn't much ass-grade technology invented and he could admire the days in the comfort of his home when his butler would go home. A soft body by his side or two or sometimes the room full of them. He was never satisfied even with the room full of them. He still enjoyed it. Several bodies pleasuring him and he returned the favour. Vampires were such pleasurable creatures. But the world had moved at a fast pace and he was here stuck in past.